His honour could have some Lisieux cheese, he added, or some stewed lentils.
'His honour does not want cheese,' the stranger answered peevishly, 'nor lentil porridge.

And what is this I smell, my friend ?' he continued, beginning suddenly to sniff with vigour.

'I swear I smell cooking.' 'It is the hind-quarter of a buck, which is cooking for the four gentlemen of the Robe; with a collop or two to follow,' the landlord explained; and humbly excused himself on the ground that the gentlemen had strictly engaged it for their own eating.
'What?
A whole quarter! AND a collop or two to follow!' the stranger retorted, smacking his lips.

'Who are they ?' 'Two advocates and their clerks from the Parliament of Paris.

They have been viewing a boundary near here, and are returning this afternoon,' the landlord answered.
'No reason why they should cause a famine!' ejaculated the stranger with energy.